Chapter Thirteen
James Brant Takes On A Partner A good forty-five minutes before the graveyard shift ended, James Brant eased into his chair at Sunnyvale Police Department (SPD) with a large Tim Hortons coffee and the Globe and Mail newspaper tucked under his arm. It was a routine he had addictively followed since becoming a member of police services many years before. The ‘dog watch’ as he referred to the shift provided quietude to fire up his brain cells before the day began. Also, it afforded a reluctant opportunity to break the ice wit...
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